6-26-08

I'm in a big house, it's like one I've seen in dreams before---old and dilapidated with thin walls separating the rooms---and I'm visiting with my sister who is eager to show me a web site she has and posts short messages on. It's like the idea of My Space, but much shorter and less info.

In the meantime, my friend Sylvia comes in with a strange man and they try to visit but she falls asleep on a bed that is next to a wall where people on the other side are playing a movie that is so loud that I'm surprised it doesn't disturb everyone in the neighborhood and not just my sleepy friend.

Then for some strange reason, my sister hides her website from me after I remark "Hey, you posted your picture on there too." The picture looks like her from when she was about 18. She's 50 now. I insist, "why are you hiding it?" She doesn't answer and she walks away and the computer morphs into a book like the ones that have many flaps for storage and folds out like an accordion. I push a button and the thing folds out on its own and spreads across the room.

Then a bunch of people (the ones from next door?) come in and I try to get the thing back to its original shape but it unfolds in the opposite direction, then back and forth. The man with my friend says Sylvia took a whole bottle of pills and killed herself. I'm so distraught that I sit there and cry and try to speak, "M M M M My f f f f f friend k k k k illed herself..."

The people that came in seem unaffected and are even smiling as they are the ones in charge, figuring out what to do about it. I wake up feeling drained and my heart is pounding.